Extra service

There are things that you want and need before you go back out into the Wasteland. None of those things will come cheaply. You decide to give it a try the next day. You pay a bit more attention to the customers that you serve, and you reciprocate a bit more flirting. This approach to your work lands you in some interesting situations. You find yourself in the lap of a tall woman who is a mountain of muscle as she laughs and drinks. Predictably, you quickly feel her erection against your bottom. Playing for your tip, you move your hips but stop short of dry-humping. It drives her wild.

Behind the bar, she peels down your suit and clumsily rubs her cock all over your ass, hotdogging you until she sprays hot cum all over your back.

Another drunken idiot comments on your bulge one too many times, so you challenge him to a dick size contest and embarrass him in front of everyone. He doesn’t like that, but he doesn’t seem to mind later that night as he jerks off enthusiastically while he watches you in bed with his wife. The tip she gives you and the look on her face when she wipes some of your cum off her breasts and licks it tells you that your services are appreciated.

Later, you catch a look from a woman in the bar. She’s been there every night, but she wears a coat and hat that hide her well. She doesn’t flirt or anything, so you know you won’t get amazing tips from her. As you bring her drink over, you notice something: her coat is open a bit, and there’s a patch on her vest underneath: a sword, cogs, and wings. She sees you looking and covers it up.

Dr. Fairfax comes in and you go to serve her a drink, spotting Reggie. It might be your imagination, but you think that Reggie might have a crush on the doctor. After you close up for the night, you tease her a little.

“Why don’t you buy her a drink?” you ask her as you help wash glasses.

“It’s complicated,” Reggie replies distractedly.

“She your ex?”

“Not exactly.”

You’re intrigued, but you’ve just realized that the twins aren’t around. “Where are the girls?” you ask.

“They took a job from Boss Murphy. They’ll probably be back in a few days.”

“So you’re all alone tonight, huh?”

“Are you flirting with me, Jane?” the brunette asks, adjusting her eyepatch.

“Just trying to get a good tip.”

She laughs. But she’s not laughing a little while later when you’re in the office behind the bar, kissing passionately. Reggie couldn’t take her eyes off you when the twins bullied you that first night, and she was very attentive when you had your cock out to embarrass that guy. She might have feelings for Dr. Fairfax, but she also has a need for a large penis, which those twins can’t provide.

You grab her firm ass and lift her onto the desk, shoving your hand inside her shirt to grope her breast as she hungrily pulls your hair, welcoming your tongue into her mouth. One of her hands is on your bulge, massaging it desperately. Fucking your boss on her desk doesn’t bode well for your long-term employment prospects, but that treatment that Dr. Fairfax gave you has made you vigorous. You need to get off.

Reggie lies back and you unbuckle her belt and tear her pants open. She lifts her hips to help you yank her pants down enough to reveal her hairy pussy. She tries to kick them the rest of the way off to free up her legs, but she freezes.

“Oh, shit,” she says.

“What’s wrong?” you ask. You were about to get down on your knees, help her get those pants off, and bury your face in that until she pleaded and begged you to fuck her.

“You hear that?” She looks up, and you listen.

You hear a distant rumble.

“Fuck,” Reggie snarls, sitting up and tugging her pants back into place. She buckles up, grabs her gun belt, and rushes out the door. Dazed and with a comically huge boner imprint in your Vault Suit, you grab your own gun and follow her.

Lots of people are heading for the gate. Chastity is one of them. It looks like she was asleep, but the commotion woke her up. She joins you, grabbing your hand nervously. You give it a reassuring squeeze and follow the crowd, climbing the stairs to the upper walls, where people are looking down at the source of the noise: a dozen motorcycles parked outside the gate.

The women riding them are dressed outlandishly in skimpy leathers covered in spikes and studs. They’re well-armed and they look dangerous in the orange lights of New Gurlberg. They are all memorable, but one stands out, obviously the leader.

She’s tall, and she dismounts her bike wearing nothing but a few leather straps that don’t even try to hide anything. Her massive breasts swing, pierced nipples gleaming. A cock at least twice as big as your flops left and right between her legs, half-hard. There’s a cock ring around the base, connected to what must be some kind of toy that’s… in her ass. Her long, black hair is wild and crazy. She wears dramatic makeup as she plants her hands on her round hips and glares up at the people on the wall.

“Boss Murphy!” she calls out angrily. She carries herself with a lot of confidence, but maybe you should expect that from someone who walks around naked and using sex toys. As you watch, her fat cock throbs, and thick cum dribbles onto the cracked road.

People are moving aside. You join them, turning to see someone pushing to the front. She’s easily the tallest person here, well-muscled, and her skin is green. You’ve never seen anyone like this, but you know without a doubt that this must be Boss Murphy. She’s scowling, and it’s a bit scary.

“What do you want, QT?” she demands.

“Cutie?” you murmur to Reggie.

“QT. Queen Tess,” the bartender replies quietly.

“I want my property back!” the naked woman below bellows.

“Nobody here is stealing from you,” Boss Murphy replies tiredly.

“Who else would it be?”

“I don’t care,” the green woman replies, exasperated.

Queen Tess fumes, her cock twitching. Then looks straight at Reggie. “Is it you?” she demands.

“Oh, fuck off,” Reggie replies.

Queen Tess searches the faces of the people on the wall. “What about you?” she asks Dr. Fairfax.

“Of course not!”

“You guys know her?” you ask Reggie.

“She has a… harem,” Reggie mutters. “The doc and I used to be in it. Before Boss Murphy rescued us. It wasn’t all bad,” she adds, seeing your look of surprise.

So that’s why it’s complicated between her and Dr. Fairfax.

You and Chastity watch Queen Tess rage at Boss Murphy for several minutes before huffily climbing back onto her motorcycle and leaving. Reggie touches Boss Murphy’s huge bicep.

“Must be **** to come here like this,” she says.

Boss Murphy nods, starting back down the steps.

“I wonder who’s stealing from her,” Dr. Fairfax muses as she follows.

“Does she always walk around like that?” you ask Reggie, who nods.

“Always,” she confirms.

“Who are they?”

“Free Gurls. They’re set up in a building in Old Gurlberg,” she tells you. “They’re chem dealers. Mostly harmless,” she adds.

You saw their weapons and the way that they handled them. Those women would not be harmless if they didn’t want to be.

Back in the room that you share with Chastity, she’s eager to do her little bump and grind, and you don’t mind helping her with that. After you hold her for a while in her post-orgasm glow, she starts to kiss her way down your body, intending to reciprocate. You want to tell her that you’re good; you got a lot of action tonight already, but this seems to make her happy.

You lie there and enjoy the gentle, unhurried blowjob that she gives you in the dark, thinking about all that’s happened.

So that was Boss Murphy. She looks scary, but she seems reasonable. She probably isn’t too hard to work with. And then there’s Queen Tess. She’s… odd. But she’s also **** for help with her stealing problem. You could try approaching her for work.

Offer your services to Boss Murphy?

Or offer them to the Free Gurls?